Money

 

It all boils down to this.

Whether you hit or miss.

If you haven't got any money,

You aren't worth anything, honey. 

 

Easy come, easy go.

A lifetime's earnings, all in a row.

When it's all said and done.

What's left for number one?

 

You can buy a lot of stuff.

And, if that's not enough.

You can spend it on the one,

You want to be your Hon. 

 

It seems like there is never enough,

No matter how much you earn.

Just when you've got it made,

Comes something new to yearn.

 

The rich and famous, they all know.

Happiness doesn't come with money,

The more you've got, the more you lose,

It's a fact, Jack, and not very funny.

 

A life well spent has nothing to do with the money you've got.

And everything to do with what you're not.

So spend your minutes and your days,

And you'll be rewarded in many ways.

 

Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull

1/31/99



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